Note: This is no way meant to offend any person or religious group. Rather I mean to pick on hypocritical behavior. Like many other people I am a poor sinner who tries his best to get along. How can you condemn others for the very behavior you are engaged in and use your religion, any religion, to condemn them?
The woman in this story is based on a hypocrite I actually knew who would beat her bible during the day and evening and then at night explore the world of erotica. She even protested in front of adult entertainment establishments in our town while going to them one town over with and without her husband. I always wanted to teach her a little lesson.
"I don't say I'm no better than anybody else, but, I'll be damned if I ain't just as good!" –Anon.
The office I work in is a very typical office. There are row after row of desks for the secretarial and technical staff. Supervisor's office ring the outskirts of the huge room. It is a very sterile and robotic atmosphere. Everyone just sits at their work stations doing the same paperwork over and over again.
For every man there are six women which always made work a fun place for me to be. It helps that most of us get along very well together. It is very diverse with people of all ages and races. Religiously we have about every faith you can imagine. It is against this back drop I tell you about one of my fellow workers.
At about six months before the events described below Theresa Robinson was promoted from technician to a beginning supervisory position. Now, she had her own office and I was happy that she wasn't my supervisor. We had never gotten along very well. Theresa was a pusher. It wasn't drugs, but Jesus, she pushed. Her favorite saying was, "What would Jesus DO?"
Don't get me wrong? I admire anyone with a solid faith. But, Theresa was extreme as she was constantly flaunting her religion and trying to get the entire office to join her evangelical church. So, I generally avoided contact with her. Her office was decorated like her own private church.
On one wall she had a three foot tall crucifix. Behind her desk was a large portrait of Jesus. The third wall had a huge scroll of the Ten Commandments leaving the last wall for work related items. On the corner of her desk was a very large leather bound bible. It all was too much and made me wonder in some weird way what she was hiding from us or even herself.
It just seemed too over the top to me. She dressed the part as well. as she could have been mistaken for an old time librarian or school teacher complete with reading glasses that couldn't hide her pretty green eyes. Her blonde hair was always up in a bun. Standing at five and a half feet tall it was hard to get a handle on the package underneath due to her conservative non- flattering wardrobe.
Along with the other men in the office it was decided that 'The Preacher' as we called her was probably very hot once her clothes came off. We figured that she easily had D cup tits and her ass was very large; probably taking at least a size 8 panty. What we could see of her legs seemed promising and they were always covered in sheer black nylon.
Overall it was hard to be attracted to her. Part of the problem was that she couldn't carry out a normal conversation. She couldn't utter a sentence without putting her religion into it so you could never find out what she really felt about things. It was easier not to try and carry on a chat with her. It became more difficult a couple of months ago after I saw her on the television and in the newspaper.
On Monday of that week she had invited some of her lady friends in the office to a sales party. A few went because they really like Theresa and a few felt as though they had to attend. She had told them the product was a surprise but they would really like it she thought. When pressed she confessed she had not seen the stuff herself but was doing a favor for her sister who she knew wouldn't stear her wrong.
There was a lot of whispering Tuesday morning amongst those who went to the party. It turned out to be a sexy lingerie party. Theresa explained that she had naively thought that "ready for Bed" meant they would be seeing things like slippers, robes and pajamas. While the show was mostly sexy nighties there were a few sex toys such as handcuffs and blindfolds. Theresa stayed in her office much of the day embarrassed.
It seemed the real news was that Theresa, the prude of prudes, had bought more stuff than anyone else. Most of her purchases were very risqué including the handcuffs, crotchless panties, and a French Maid's outfit. She tried to explain that it was ok for a woman to please her husband in this way. It sounded like a rational statement to most of us.
But, then on Wednesday night's television news there was Theresa leading a protest against our first adult theater and novelty store. They were protesting the very existence of the store. The store sold the very stuff she had purchased two nights earlier. She told the newswoman, "Stores like this lead to the of morality in our society and must be stopped. I think Jesus would be appalled to see this store here!"
I almost spit out my coffee the next morning when I opened my newspaper and there was Theresa right on the front page. Right in the middle of the page was a full color photo of her burning a sexy garter belt. I wondered which of these protestors had gone into the devil's den to purchase the item.
I suspect many of the protestors were absolutely sincere in their beliefs but couldn't help believe that Theresa was nothing but a hypocrite. It would turn out that the stores business was about to sky rocket as much of the town hadn't known about it until the protest. Now, I began to wonder what she wore under her sackcloth.
Anger surged through my body as I thought about her spewing intolerance while at least buying the very stuff she was protesting. I wondered what else she was two faced about. It didn't take me long to find out. That very night I went with my wife to the adult theater the next town over as we had taken a drive and just happened to end up there.
Who did I see two rows in front of me but Theresa? It was the first time I had seen her with her hair down. I think she was trying to appear different so no one would recognize her from the media coverage. She and the man she was with got chummier and chummier throughout the show. By the end she was squirming in her seat.
